At this moment, His Majesty Zaizhi took time out of his busy schedule to come and see his daughter. I don’t know how they were playing. Xiao Zaimeng saw his father’s handsome and upright figure from afar. Using his hands and feet, he climbed up to Zaizhi like the wind. Beside him, he held up a pair of dirty little hands, looked at him with a pair of innocent and lively big eyes, raised his head and said: "Father, give me a hug! I want a hug!"
Zaizhi smiled slightly, and regardless of the dirt on her body, he picked up his daughter and rubbed his stubble on her delicate face, making little Zaimeng giggle.
Zaizhi hugged her, pinched her nose, and asked dotingly: "My lovely little Highness, what are you playing at?"
Zaimeng dangled a pair of calves in his father's arms, revealing a pair of sweet pear dimples. He raised a finger and said innocently: "We are playing a game of trying to usurp the throne!"
The old attendant who was following Zaizhi slipped and almost lost his balance. His whole body was shaking like chaff and he was already sweating profusely from fear.
Unexpectedly, Zaizhi lifted his daughter high and laughed loudly: "Really? Hahaha! Hahaha! What a creative game! Hahaha!"
Seeing His Majesty Zaizhi and his daughter smiling so happily, the old attendant let go of his worries and was almost frightened to death by them.
Autumn hunting.
At the beginning of autumn, the prey in the mountains was plentiful. Zaizhi decided to hold an autumn hunt. Taking his beloved Prince Zaimeng with him, a group of people entered the forest in a mighty manner.
After autumn, there were many wild beasts in the forest. His Highness quickly disappeared on horseback. A group of miserable guards were still chasing after His Highness forever.
The entire forest was filled with the heartrending shouts of the guard Meng: "Your Highness—Your Highness—"
When Zaimeng was shooting prey, he saw a young man bitten by a wolf deep in the jungle. The young man was covered in blood and mud, but even so, these still could not hide his handsomeness. The beauty revealed couldn't help but shock Xiao Zaimeng's heart. In her mind, the person Three Thousand Beauties in the Harem finally had an appearance, and that person was the young man in front of her.
Although the boy is much older than her, he can wait until she grows up, and then she can marry him.
"May I have your name?"
The young man touched his injured head, shook his head and said, "I...I don't remember. I strayed into the forest, was attacked by wild wolves, and finally fell off the cliff. After that...I don't remember anything after that."
Although Zaimeng was confused, she still extended her hand to the boy, and the amnesiac boy was brought back to the royal court by her.
"Father, father, look, I have picked up a child foster husband for myself. From now on, he will be my three thousand beauties in the harem. Three thousand beauties in the harem, come and pay homage to my father!"
Zaizhi looked dumbfounded as he looked at his ignorant little highness, who was half shorter than himself, who actually knew that he had started looking for three thousand beauties for his harem.
Then he bent down, looked at her kindly, and said, "No... His origin is unknown..."
Zaimeng twisted her waist and said coquettishly: "No, I want him to be my three thousand beauties in the harem!"
Zai Zhi said: "But he is much older than you!"
"It doesn't matter, he will be raised in the palace as my child adoptive husband, and I will marry him when I grow up!" Zaimeng blinked, quite seriously.
Zaizhi really couldn't resist this soft and cute temperament of his own, thinking to himself, Xiaojia
It was just a whim. Maybe it was just a game like the game of seeking to usurp the throne. After tomorrow, I had forgotten all about it, so I nodded in agreement.
Little Zaimeng is so happy, jumping up and down on the spot, she loves it so much.
The young man didn't expect that King Chili would agree to Di Ji's feeble request so casually, and he couldn't help but be shocked.
Xiao Zaimeng stretched out her hand to pull him, her little head shook from side to side, she was quite satisfied with her child adopter, she clapped her little hands happily and said: "You will be my three thousand beauties in the harem from now on, are you happy?" Not surprised? Surprised or not!"
The young man was obviously frightened by this reckless little guy. He hurriedly backed away, waved his hands repeatedly, and said with a wry smile: "Your Highness, I am not suitable to be your three thousand beauties in the harem!"
Zaimeng tilted his neck and said innocently: "You are suitable if you are good-looking, I...I won't choose!" His words were full of Akagi, and his eyes looked at the young man expectantly, with those big amber-red eyes. It's so beautiful that you can't bear to hurt it.
The young man was about to say something more when Zaizhi patted him on the shoulder and whispered: "This is just your Highness's interest today. Maybe tomorrow she will forget about the three thousand beauties in the harem, so just accept it. Children don’t have much memory, and they will soon forget everything!”
The boy stopped talking. Based on Zaimeng's IQ at the time, he believed that not saying anything was acquiescence, and acquiescence meant that he liked her from the bottom of his heart.
"Swallowing the Starry Sky: Sign in to Become a God"
Xiao Zaimeng was very proud of herself and found a child foster husband. From then on, he became her three thousand beauties in the harem and her future royal husband.
I have to say that Zaimeng, this little girl, is really discerning. The muddy boy with his face washed away the mud, turned out to be even more beautiful than jade beads.
This amnesiac young man, from an ordinary guard to a senior Gu Master, and then from a senior Gu Master to a national master in the realm of life and death, never forgot that he was her child adoptive husband.
Zaimeng was very attached to him. After all, he was the only person worthy of her trust besides her father.
At midnight, all the carnival fades away, and the night returns to tranquility.
The red fire in the Temple of the Snake King reflected on the cold golden stairs. The snake god Xuyuan with a human head and a snake body glowed with cold light. Zaimeng knelt on the futon to worship her mother.
After tonight, she would be able to control the blood of the demonic snake in her body and no longer suffer from the pain of this new moon night.
The heavy temple door was slowly pushed open, and two people stood outside the door. Their figures were stretched very, very long.
One was wearing a navy blue cloak, the other was wearing a blood red cloak, and the two walked slowly into the Snake King Temple, one behind the other.
There were crisp footsteps in the empty temple. The two of them stopped behind Zaimeng. They bowed and saluted. His long light purple hair slid like water through the navy blue cloak. He raised his head, and a pair of cold and stern eyes were revealed in the shadow of the cloak. The eyes, reflecting the light of the fire, seemed to be swaying from side to side, but also seemed to be calm, with nothing changing.
No one can guess his thoughts, he is like the abyss of a cold pool.
An uninhibited sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said: "Your Majesty, the minister you wanted has been brought to you."
Zaimeng held the colorful bird crown above her head and slowly turned around. The golden tassels on the colorful bird crown hit each other and made a crisp sound. Her big red eyes now turned into cat eyes, with round insides. The shape of the red pupils became narrow and long, revealing a
Silk's uncontrollable wildness.
Qi Songhui raised his slender fingers and snapped them. The man standing behind him slowly took off his blood-red cloak and looked at Zai Meng with confused eyes.
Han Ziyue raised her right hand and waved it lightly. The Taotie ring glowed white, and a blood-red fragment of the Soul of the Ten Gods appeared in front of everyone.
Zaimeng looked at the small red crystal and said, "Is this the Soul of the Ten Gods?"
Han Ziyue nodded mechanically like a puppet, and said slowly: "Yes... Your Majesty."
Zaimeng nodded, stretched out his hand and sucked in the fragment of the Soul of the Ten Gods. There was a faint stream of light ink lingering on the red crystal stone, which seemed to be there but disappeared in an instant.
Qi Songhui said: "Congratulations to Your Majesty for obtaining the Soul of the Ten Gods!"
Zaimeng was overjoyed, and the fiery snake's tail appeared as she swayed her waist. The snake's tail covered with red scales stood in a circle, lifting her high. At this moment, she was even taller than Qi Songhui.
She activated the demon power in her body, and the fragments of the Soul of the Ten Gods glowed red in front of her forehead. As a half-demon, Zaimeng greedily felt the power of the Soul of the Ten Gods, and felt a surging force, like a sea wave. It surged forward, filling her body.
The black clouds moved quickly outside, and the new moon was like a hook, floating on the sea of clouds. Black clouds were lingering like mist, and the earth was dim. Finally, when the sky was blocked and the moon was covered, a red light burst out from the Temple of the Snake King.
Zaimeng completely absorbed the power of the Soul of the Ten Gods. Zaimeng, who possesses powerful demon power, slowly walked out of the red light, and saw a plum blossom mark on her plump and white forehead.
At the same time, her body shape also began to slowly change, instantly changing from a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old to a woman in her twenties.
The originally braided braids were hanging loosely, and her slightly curly red hair was like water waves, softly scattered on both sides of her cold cheeks. She had tall peaks, a slender white jade waist, and little red snake scales like dots of plum blossoms. On both sides of her slender waistline, the snake's tail swayed nimbly from side to side on the ground.
Zaimeng's eyelashes were tightly closed, and her eyes were painted with black smoky makeup. When she slowly opened her eyes, the red snake scales at the corners of her eyes quickly receded and turned into two enchanting red flames. The dark eyelashes were like black wings, gently covering her cold eyes.
A pair of red eyes are full of light, her skin is whiter than snow, her cheeks are rich and fragrant, her nose is high and her red lips are like a thin layer of water, making her look extremely beautiful.
Qi Songhui raised his head and looked at Her Majesty the Queen in front of him, and finally understood why King Chili was so obsessed with a snake demon back then.
Zai Meng, whose demonic power was enhanced, broke through the shackles and grew rapidly. Zaimeng after growing up is really beautiful, with the charm of a demon and the coldness of a snake on the outside, but still has the heart of an innocent child, as simple as a child.
She squinted her eyes and smiled, with the pear dimples on both sides sinking deeply, like two beautiful flowers. Seeing the cold and charming queen showing such an innocent and sweet smile to her, Qi Songhui felt dazed and at a loss.
"Little...Her Majesty the Queen..."
Zaimeng swayed her snake tail, slowly swam to his side, leaned over and stretched out her right hand, gently caressed his handsome cheek, and said with a smile: "I have finally grown up!"
Yes, the child foster husband who had been waiting so hard for her to grow up finally waited until she grew up.
